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"DiscIP.214031.1": "Main Melody",
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"DiscIP.214031.2": "Victory Tune",
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"DiscIP.214031.3": "The Clash of Blade and Axe",
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"DiscIP.214031.4": "She meets her for the first time on just another rainy afternoon.\nChitose goes through her morning routine—smoothing out the futon, rolling it tight, lining up her three beloved katanas with ceremonial precision.\nHer self-training journey follows no set path; as she wanders freely each day, for a blade cannot be honed on but a single stone.\nThis time though, she stays longer than usual, tempted by the delicious onigiris from the shop below her lodgings.\nYet now, the time has come for her departure.\n\nShe lifts her travel pack and pushes open the door, only to hear angry shouts erupting from below,\n\"There's something wrong with your onigiris! My stomach's hurting. You'll pay for this!\"\n\"Explain yourself, or I'm not leaving!\"\nA crowd gathers before the shop, buzzing with excitement like flies drawn to carrion.\nSuch sights make Chitose's blood boil.\nIf she were stronger, she could expose these demons hiding behind human faces and become the sword of justice itself.\nBut today, it seems her farewell onigiri will remain a wish ungranted.\n\n\"Please calm down. Shouting like this won't get us anywhere. Why don't you tell me what's really going on?\"\nChitose watches from upstairs as a girl with blue hair and black robes catches everyone's attention. The crowd parts like flowing water, all eyes suspicious of this uninvited stranger.\n\"That uniform... She's an advocate?\"\"The shop owner's screwed. They're going to pay dearly for this.\"\nChitose realizes this isn't a title that commands respect. An advocate ... but who does she advocate for?\n\"... Right, got it.\"\n\"You purchased a few onigiris three days ago and felt unwell after eating them last night.\"\n\"May I ask if you took any preservation measures after bringing them home?\"\nHer logic cuts through the argument like a finely honed sword.\n\"Given the recent heat, food left at room temperature easily spoils. To be precise, you cannot definitively prove the shop is at fault. Maybe just be more careful next time.\"\n\nThe crowd scatters as rain begins to fall. Still leaning against the railing, Chitose feels electric anticipation coursing through her: a desire to test her mettle against this advocate.\nDeep within, she knows that crossing swords with this one would hone her own edge.\nYet the other bears no arms, and for a \"blade\" to challenge such would be both unjust and uncouth.\nAs she suppresses the urge to issue a challenge, the advocate seems to sense her presence, lifting her gaze to meet Chitose's directly.\nEven through the curtain of rain, those crimson eyes burn like a freshly tempered katana—fierce and ardent.\n\n\nTwo years later, Chitose's journey of self-training reaches a temporary pause.\nShe settles in an abandoned waystation, rarely visited by people, and names it the \"Pavilion of Rain's Whispers.\"\nThis morning, as she senses the coming rain in the air, she ponders ways to welcome wandering Trekkers.\nAs predicted, the afternoon unleashes a tempest. Howling winds and stinging debris threaten to tear the roof off.\nThrough the gloom, a figure struggles against the wind and rain.\n\"Might you seek shelter beneath this humble roof?\"\nWielding her slender tachi, Chitose performs her distinctive welcome ritual, one that typically sends visitors fleeing in terror.\nYet this time, a battle-axe clashes against her blade with a deafening shriek.\n\"I'll have to pass. My journey awaits. Thank you for the gesture.\"\nIn the gleaming reflection of crossed blades, a pair of crimson eyes stares back.\nEcstasy courses through her veins as she tightens her grip, instantly entering the state of Psyche. This encounter shall mend previous regrets.\n\nPerhaps after their clash, her guest will accept her hospitality at the pavilion and taste one of her carefully crafted onigiris.",
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"DiscIP.214031.4": "She meets her for the first time on just another rainy afternoon.\nChitose goes through her morning routine—smoothing out the futon, rolling it tight, lining up her three beloved katanas with ceremonial precision.\nHer self-training journey follows no set path; as she wanders freely each day, for a blade cannot be honed on but a single stone.\nThis time though, she stays longer than usual, tempted by the delicious onigiris from the shop below her lodgings.\nYet now, the time has come for her departure.\n\nShe lifts her travel pack and pushes open the door, only to hear angry shouts erupting from below,\n\"There's something wrong with your onigiris! My stomach's hurting. You'll pay for this!\"\n\"Explain yourself, or I'm not leaving!\"\nA crowd gathers before the shop, buzzing with excitement like flies drawn to carrion.\nSuch sights make Chitose's blood boil.\nIf she were stronger, she could expose these demons hiding behind human faces and become the sword of justice itself.\nBut today, it seems her farewell onigiri will remain a wish ungranted.\n\n\"Please calm down. Shouting like this won't get us anywhere. Why don't you tell me what's really going on?\"\nChitose watches from upstairs as a girl with blue hair and black robes catches everyone's attention. The crowd parts like flowing water, all eyes suspicious of this uninvited stranger.\n\"That uniform... She's an advocate?\"\"The shop owner's screwed. They're going to pay dearly for this.\"\nChitose realizes this isn't a title that commands respect. An advocate ... but who does she advocate for?\n\"... Right, got it.\"\n\"You purchased a few onigiris three days ago and felt unwell after eating them last night.\"\n\"May I ask if you took any preservation measures after bringing them home?\"\nHer logic cuts through the argument like a finely honed sword.\n\"Given the recent heat, food left at room temperature easily spoils. To be precise, you cannot definitively prove the shop is at fault. Maybe just be more careful next time.\"\n\nThe crowd scatters as rain begins to fall. Still leaning against the railing, Chitose feels electric anticipation coursing through her: a desire to test her mettle against this advocate.\nDeep within, she knows that crossing swords with this one would hone her own edge.\nYet the other bears no arms, and for a \"blade\" to challenge such would be both unjust and uncouth.\nAs she suppresses the urge to issue a challenge, the advocate seems to sense her presence, lifting her gaze to meet Chitose's directly.\nEven through the curtain of rain, those crimson eyes burn like a freshly tempered katana—fierce and ardent.\n\n\nTwo years later, Chitose's journey of self-training reaches a temporary pause.\nShe settles in an abandoned waystation, rarely visited by people, and names it \"Amekiku.\"\nThis morning, as she senses the coming rain in the air, she ponders ways to welcome wandering Trekkers.\nAs predicted, the afternoon unleashes a tempest. Howling winds and stinging debris threaten to tear the roof off.\nThrough the gloom, a figure struggles against the wind and rain.\n\"Might you seek shelter beneath this humble roof?\"\nWielding her slender tachi, Chitose performs her distinctive welcome ritual, one that typically sends visitors fleeing in terror.\nYet this time, a battle-axe clashes against her blade with a deafening shriek.\n\"I'll have to pass. My journey awaits. Thank you for the gesture.\"\nIn the gleaming reflection of crossed blades, a pair of crimson eyes stares back.\nEcstasy courses through her veins as she tightens her grip, instantly entering the state of Psyche. This encounter shall mend previous regrets.\n\nPerhaps after their clash, her guest will accept her hospitality at the pavilion and taste one of her carefully crafted onigiris.",
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"DiscIP.214032.1": "Main Melody",
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"DiscIP.214032.2": "Victory Tune",
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"DiscIP.214032.3": "Dream Factory of ☆Truth",
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